( it comes as a series of images—a photographic memory would be the best way to describe it; but like looking through a well-preserved recording. jon has never met zod, but he’s been given enough data on him through his years. the images themselves are memories of recorded footage; pristine and clear but not something he has strong feelings on, and that comes through, too: a mild irritation, the sense that zod could have done so much better but it was just a fucking waste in the end.
there’s zod on krypton, just before he was sent away to the phantom zone, hands cuffed and ticked off. there’s flashes of a conversation he’d had with clark himself, kryptonian ringing through clearly. understanding of what they’re saying despite the foreign language. flashes of zod and another kryptonian trying to construct a very large phantom zone portal, zod proclaiming his plans to pull doomsday out of the phantom zone, and both kryptonians walking into the phantom zone to retrieve—who the hell knows what, jon doesn’t. something about warworld, but before they can return, clark and diana, wonder woman, destroy the portal itself and trap them both inside. there’s no clear picture of that—but flashes of diana regardless, of a clark kent that’s about the same age as the one he’s sharing those memories with. )
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there’s zod on krypton, just before he was sent away to the phantom zone, hands cuffed and ticked off. there’s flashes of a conversation he’d had with clark himself, kryptonian ringing through clearly. understanding of what they’re saying despite the foreign language. flashes of zod and another kryptonian trying to construct a very large phantom zone portal, zod proclaiming his plans to pull doomsday out of the phantom zone, and both kryptonians walking into the phantom zone to retrieve—who the hell knows what, jon doesn’t. something about warworld, but before they can return, clark and diana, wonder woman, destroy the portal itself and trap them both inside. there’s no clear picture of that—but flashes of diana regardless, of a clark kent that’s about the same age as the one he’s sharing those memories with. )
Just like that.